And when you call out to me ; I hope you dance.
And when spring arrives, I'm not around ; I hope you dance.
And when we walk on cold fire ; arm in arm, heart in heart ; I hope we dance.
About Me
- The Neck Of The Woods
- I Have A Problem That I Cannot Explain; I Have No Reason For Why It Should've Been So Plain; Have No Questions But I Sure Have An Excuse; I Lack The Reason For Why I Should Be So Confused.
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